Trippie Redd - Yo Pi'erre Slime

Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah

I tote Berettas
I'm in Alpharetta
Red marinara
Cheese mozzarella
Bloodshed, vendetta (yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Steppin' on whatever
Red rag, red bandana
Ridin' 'round with that blammer (bah)

Ridin' 'round with that hammer (bah)
I'm in all red like Santa (okay)
She lay on that wood like a camper (come on)
You know I'm the shit, no Pamper (come on)
You got her wet, got her damper (yeah)
I'ma finger that bitch through her panties (okay)
Pourin' a four in a Fanta (okay)
Put my heart and my soul in my blammer (yeah)
Put my heart and my soul in the slammer (yeah)
They ain't even wanna give him no chance (huh?)
Why you hatin'? You ain't gettin' no bands (yeah)
Leave that pussy boy layin' in the sand (woah)
You ain't worth shit, bitch, but sand
Pop out bitch, who Dirty Dan? (Dirty Dan)

I tote Berettas
I'm in Alpharetta
Red marinara
Cheese mozzarella
Bloodshed, vendetta
Steppin' on whatever (yeah)
Red rag, red bandana (okay)
Ridin' 'round with that blammer (okay)

Move in slow motion, I got that potion
My weed is potent, oh, that's your girlfriend?
That bitch is hoein', that bitch is goin' (goin', ah)
That bitch is goin' wherever I'm rollin'
Chopper leave you soulless (bah)
He not lit, he posin' (bah)
I been this, I'm chosin' (brrt)
King shit, you notice
Drop my sword, be holdin' (ah)
That boy way too croakin', forever we rollin'
Told her, "Fuck," told her, "Now"
He poppin' shit but he tellin' a lie (tellin' a lie)
Out of this world, get sent to the sky (sent to the sky)
Big dawg shit, conquer the vine (bah)
All this pain, I can't cry
Don't trust niggas, sorry for killin' the vibe (vibe)
Just bought hella chops, I'ma fill up the ride (ride)
I'm big man, bitch, better pray to God

Ooh, ooh
Ooh (oh), ooh
Ooh (oh), ooh
Ooh (oh), ooh

I tote Berettas (ooh)
I'm in Alpharetta (ooh)
Red marinara (ooh)
Cheese mozzarella (ooh)
Bloodshed, vendetta (ooh)
Steppin' on whatever (yeah, ooh)
Red rag, red bandana (okay, ooh)
Ridin' 'round with that blammer (okay, ooh)

Mm, mm-mm
Yo, Pi'erre, I'm out here
Yo, Pi'erre, I'm out here
Yo, Pi'erre, I'm out here
Yeah, we outside, yeah
We rollin' (gang, gang, gang)
I'm rollin' (gang, gang, gang)
We rollin'
Yours truly, Michael

Written by:
Igor Mamet, Michael Lamar White II

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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